A Tale of Suffering

Thought of as the odd one, ‘Cause my thoughts were different
Believed I was no one, I await your judgment
(You will eradicate me)
Of speaking my mind, and proving myself
Only one of my kind, not one of yourself
(Time will plant the seed)

Hollowed by past torments, there’s nothing left inside
In my mind are events, they have opened my eyes
(To a haunted world of hate)
A Priest in all black, he lays the blame
Claim my soul is trash, consigned to the flame
(The word of God, you mutate)

All because I’m no fool, I refuse the fantasy
Blinded, you are the tool, your beliefs so ghastly
(Soon your world is crumbling)
The future is set, no place for my like
I’ve no use to fret, soon, my time will strike
(Tell a tale of suffering)